I was tired, having working 13 hours the day before. I thought I could get a few more minutes of sweet sleep. I left like normal, listening to music in my car and fretting about all the financial ordeals my boyfriend and I have been dealing with lately.
And then I got into a wreck.
There went all the hard work went into saving money for Christmas.
I fucked up again.
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Stop blaming yourself. Work with what you’ve got.
I know how you feel and I’m really sorry that happened.
Yesterday I cleaned out my accounts, and still had to borrow $700 just to make rent. I’ve got nothing till Friday. And I’m just waiting for some fucked up shit to happen as well.
Hang in there!
I’m trying to… Like, after I calmed down and spoke to the insurance agency and all that good stuff, I laughed to myself. Just yesterday I was thinking to myself, “I’m asking for all these things to happen and blah blah blah.” I believe that in order for all the positive things I’m asking for to happen, something of value must happen first. I think this car wreck might just be a blessing in disguise. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping.